1. |
Topspin
06:55
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Blinded by this sight
These reflections of light
Sirens
Blaring
Departure
Sandbags slow the flood
Buried deep in mud
The old man’s friend
Is here again
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2. |
Time Well Worth Wasting
05:33
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Get in line
With the times
Of the day
When it’s all coming down
Look around
Hear the sound
Of the waves
That’s stopping all around you
Now the sky’s
Changing color
And the air
Is a chill you can feel
Now the dark
Has embarked
And you know
That all of this is real
And you look at the clock
Did you do what you’re faced with?
At the end of the day
Was it time well worth wasted?
Common lies
And replies
Tell yourself
Later is a good excuse
Got the plan
Understand
Play the hand
Is something you refuse
Contemplate
Till it’s late
Procrastinate
And repeat the next day
And you stare
That dead glare
And the time
Has taken you away
And you look at the clock
Did you do what you’re faced with?
At the end of the day
Was it time well worth wasted?
The day is now done
Your resolve remained undaunted
Then the sun will rise
Is it what you always wanted?
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3. |
The Id
03:41
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Ticking real time
Counting down the minutes
Just like the last time
Louder with more intensity
Dancing in tandem
With time and pure velocity
Constant motion
So great for creativity
This is where it begins
Follow the inspiration
A little loss of control
Every moment to the wire
In it to win
All through the complication
Making the better whole
The id is what holds the fire
Get sound and vision
New process starts and the
Peaceful chaos
Modus operandi
One thing this music
Inspired lunacy
Looking forward
This noise is stone in legacy
This is where it begins
Follow the inspiration
A little loss of control
Every moment to the wire
In it to win
All through the complication
Making the better whole
The id is what holds the fire
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4. |
The Halo & The Burn
03:42
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The sacred and profane
Both may know your name
Decide to fail or refrain
They’re not the same
Can you explain
What we have learned?
Do we know the difference
Between the halo and the burn?
Through all the deafening noise
You have your voice
Look deep inside your eyes
You have a choice
Can you explain
What we have learned?
Do we know the difference
Between the halo and the burn?
Through all the obstacles
You've ever faced
The triumphs and the mistakes
You've found your place
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5. |
Sweatshirt
03:51
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All this time spent/fabricating sparks
Need they waste one/second more?
Borrow notes and/ trace some lines
Feel real nice ‘cross the/ ballroom floor
Hey old and green
Surround me
Ain’t gonna break nothin in
Gonna wear it again and again
They would find that / face turned cold
Sober sort of / way to wake
Brand new shoes, they gonna walk around?
Or can they stew under the hood like yesterday
Hey old and green
Surround me
(If the) Queen’s in it
I’ll follow suit
Hey young and red
Bury me
Ain’t gonna break nothin in
Gonna wear it again and again
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6. |
James Cromwell
03:21
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Some sickle slinging boss man is giving directions
Keeping his colony ready and drunk on confections
Subtlety is not a strong point
If only somebody could read in this joint
Plaster every corner with messages that make no sense
Broadcasting the fears that strangle the sad and the dense
Subtlety is not a strong point
If only somebody could read in this joint
Information overloading every inch and every pore
Till those cake eater suckers can’t take anymore
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7. |
The Creek
04:39
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Sharp turn down a hillside
Quick twist through the pines
Faint words through a thin mouth
Cold crack just to shake the mind
Boy, caught you down by the creek
With the strangers that you seek
Gonna get those hands dirty
Just to wash them clean again
Sing a song for the little ones
Donning feathers and perfume
Remembering the nightly stumble
A taste, lest you seal your doom
Sharp earth against the nose
Where the skunk cabbage grows
Took a hard sniff of something real
Dripping down where it always goes
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8. |
The Post-Block Days
04:02
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The aperture is always open,
Focus will forever elude the lens
For whole neck the sower was hoping
But fortune frowns toward that which he yens
One can clock for only two bits
Though there’s not so much to see
Hearing only water approach a boil,
Such feeble efforts to sift through soil
One can clock for only two bits
Though there’s not so much to see
Until the day the sun stayed down,
A tattered mortal coil at last freed
The post-block days are always gone too soon
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9. |
Warmer
04:42
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My world is an icy inferno
The landscape all in white
These days are too long now
The nights are infinite
Fall through the floor
And dig down some more
Feels much better to
Get out of the cold
Time is at a standstill
Will this winter ever end?
I need to go further south
I heard it’s warmer down there
Fall through the floor
And dig down some more
Feels much better to
Get out of the cold
This place is better than
Where we were before
Happy to be on this plane
Something to behold
Fall through the floor
And dig down some more
Feels much better to
Get out of the cold
This place is better than
Where we were before
Happy to be on this plane
Welcome to the fold
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10. |
General Electric Theater
02:15
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11. |
P-Traps and Fittings
06:26
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Like a lost take bleeding through
Heard a song I used to know
Hum it back to me
Put a voice to the character
Echoes back in time
What else was left inside
Just better off to hide
Couldn’t I have followed you
To share the poison in the bowl
Know it's all the same to you
As I travel down the road
Promises of warmer days
Form like chalk on my hands
Just gonna crawl
Back into the haunt
Stories that were told
Snap like an elevator wire
Hope the awning catches me
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12. |
Oh
11:42
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Wandering
Resonate and leak into the cracks now
Floundering
On the
east coast with one eye on each side
Salted tongue
Blistered
Lips that ooze with influenza
Take the blade
Run it
Down the scales, reveal the breastbone
Through the deep
Inky
Forest one can find the right one
Scream it out
Little
Fallen tree, will they hear your sound?
Laugh it up
Coughing
Up the black mold one will live through
Toxic gold
Spread it
Cross your breakfast beans and toast
Life’s a gas
When the
Ileum is pushed like this
Now it’s here
At the
End of the month with no rent to pay
Chunky boys
Taking to the screens with not much to say
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